Who is BBQ Stew?
I remembers the moment, like it was yesterday, when I discovered that real barbeque, low and slow, was my true calling. I have lived my whole life on Long Island and had not a clue. Long Islanders were grilling. Southerners were barbequing.
It was roughly 25 years ago and I was driving through West Virginia with my girlfriend. It was about 10:30 am on a beautiful summer morning. She was asleep in the passenger seat and he had my window down. It was then I noticed a wonderful aroma wafting into my consciousness. My stomach growled and taste buds yearned. It was smoky, it was flavorful, and it was calling me. It was chicken. I drove passed it. It was an outdoor roadside chicken stand. My girlfriend awoke to the screeching of tires as I made a Dukes of Hazard style U turn. “What in God’s name are you doing?” she screamed at the top of her lungs, as she awoke out of a deep sleep. “Don’t you smell it” as I pulled into the gravel parking area. There were about a dozen picnic tables, two dozen people, a shack with a cash register and some cold drinks. Most of all, in the center of it all was an open pit…
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